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Steve Howard

Born in North Carolina, he spent his early childhood in the Appalachian mountains. There he was weaned on gospel and bluegrass music, as well as tales of ghosts, will o the wisps and faeries in the misty highlands. Now retired, and living in northwest Florida, he spends as much time as possible on the rivers and in the woodlands.

Poetry

Old Buford

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Old Buford I came upon old Buford, and he grinned a toothless grin. I shook his scarred and wrinkled hand,…
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The Garden

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The Garden My heart has made a garden, where the thorn falls away from the rose. Where every flower has your…
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Primrose

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Primrose Sweet primrose pressed between the pages. A book of verse from bygone ages. A token kept and…
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No Time

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No Time I have no more time, to stumble or bumble, fumble, fidget, or fall. I will go over, around, through,…
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Privilege

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I'm hungry for some oysters. I shall brook with no delay. I told the oysters that I'm hungry, and they must…
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Piddlin

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I wandered around in the Windiwiddle, with a duck and a mouse and a moose with a fiddle. We paused a while to…
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Blossoms

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Who shall stay the morning, when blossoms open to the sun? Who shall stay the passing day, the blossoms…
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Carnivores

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He was younger and taller, dressed nicer than me, as I went to the store, for cigarettes and some tea.Then…
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Nonsense

Steve Howard
I climbed alone to reach the hilltop, to sing my nonsense song. I climbed alone to reach the hilltop, to sing it…
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Caledon

Steve Howard
Two moons do lie off Caledon, hung from a yellow sky. The wind blows cold down the Insit vale, where the Yolon…
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Paddle

Steve Howard
Paddle There are some quaint old adages, I can't quite understand. Some seem most insightful, yet some…
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Caged

Steve Howard
Some birds that have been caged from birth, that have never known the sky, will try to make you love the cage,…
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El Viejo

Steve Howard
My teeth sleep in a water glass, my hair is falling out. I have an everlasting hemorrhoid, the shingles and the…
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Opus

Steve Howard
Opus The butterfly his opus writes, on breezes passing by. Yet as he writes he does forget, the how, the…
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The Fold

Steve Howard
The Fold They were taught what to think, and thought what was told. That the ice was quite hot, and the fire…
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The Maze

Steve Howard
Then in the night, the lonely night, the moon she comes, the moon she calls, and then like silvered teardrops
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Beans

Steve Howard
Beans Then Mama said, "Don't put a bean in your ear!" She said it quite loud, said it right in my ear.Now…
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Ducky

Steve Howard
Ducky If you get sad and lonely, your heart dry and gone to seed, don't try to find a woman, a duck is…

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